GreatGidding

J. Proffitt

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Tests That Get You Into Class by GreatGidding, literature

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Tests That Get You Into Class

The Tests That Get You Into Classes: The Placement Exams One of the most important items that college-bound students are not told about in their admissions packets from their soon-to-be academic home is about placement exams for classes like English Composition, mathematics, and foreign languages. The exams are a widespread trend on many campuses that too many students, guidance counselors, and parents ignore. The exams often decide whether a student will begin his or her college career with college statistics, calculus, or remedial algebra. Good scores on the placement exams also can help aspiring students escape introductory freshman c

Green Rose by GreatGidding, literature

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Green Rose

Perhaps there are no stars in the sky If so, then, one's eyes do lie But how does the ceiling then get so bright, If they do not truly follow day to night Dancing throughout God's playground With no music, with no sound Perhaps there is no such thing as a dream Only glimmers of subconcious falsely seen That steal their way into a mind Hearts and passions they wish to bind Yet they leave few memories from which to control The poet, resting body and soul Perhaps the heart does not exist And there's only a drum that our ribs betwixt Pounding the same monotonus tune Until Death, its great shadow looms And ends the life's dash Wit

Purple Rose by GreatGidding, literature

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Purple Rose

Laughter last time the Purple Rose alighted Know not yet, does the Princess, why he brought such with him Conceive not yet, did She, how he worked his magic so Could it be a dark art? Purple moved effortlessly from mind to mind His words charmed air and imprisoned speculation The Garden still knows not why Purple moves so Why magic is his art And why they laugh so much What lies inside his petals? Is it also joyous? With only a few words he could quiet the loudest love song He made the smart stupid, the complex simple Yet he never spoke more than shallow puddles and riddles Wit surpassed depth as

Blue Rose by GreatGidding, literature

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Blue Rose

Sing Blue Rose, Let your voice be heard! Bleed your deepest heart melodies So that you can opera with the birds! Harp unreserved in the direction of your ladies Who watch with turned eye, not giving a clue. Oh, Sing Blue Rose, Fill our land with music Learn your own heart's song that everyone knows That lies in their beings though they pretend they lose it. As you sing, your great passion still grows The ladies say it is sweet, but still give no clue. Then pray my dear Passion Rose With your most deepest roots so pray If song shall not awake the ladies dose Then heartfelt dedication must be the way.

Mercy and Mend by GreatGidding, literature

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Mercy and Mend

Ok, I've messed up, and I'm here to admit it. Let's not split hairs; I'll take he blame. Bury the hatchet, and please try to forget it. And I'll promise to never do the same. Yeah, I've said that before, again and again. And I always come back, seeking mercy and mend. I do screw up, now and then. And I always come back here in the end. But you know I mean well; I really, really do. I was searching too long and got a little lost. But thanks, for always helping me get through. You've been great to me, whatever my cost.

Reflections on Teachability by GreatGidding, literature

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Reflections on Teachability

Two weeks ago, one of my teaching professors was rapping up a discussion on various teaching menthods/philosophies. She fielded a couple simple questions from our class. The discussion had drifted towards a point where I had a question, a BIG question about what she believed. But, as the class discussion ended, we were already 10 minutes overtime for our 4-hour Saturday afternoon class. I had a big question and didn't feel like asking it then. I, frankly, wondered how the question would be received and if it would reflect overly poorly on me. I wonder now if others had the same question. Last Saturday, I wondered if I let my ego get too much

Original One Is Still Better by GreatGidding, literature

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Original One Is Still Better

The local paper recently noted the approval by the city of Pigeon Forge (45 minutes to an hour east of Knoxville) to allow a church there to erect an 85-foot metal crucifix that will apparently dominate large sections of the Pigeon Forge skyway--basically be able to be seen from everywhere. I find it incredibly ironic that the East Tennessee tourist trap mecca, famous for its multiple go-cart tracks, Elvis Museums, and cheap aracdes where spray paint T-shirts are sold by the dozens and which doubles as the "amazing outdoors" for Yankee tourists would decide to complement its commercial ugliness with the greatest spiritual ugliness it could f

Getting 'Hitched' by GreatGidding, literature

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Getting 'Hitched'

"Hitch" is a pretty good movie. In fact, I'll think I'll still give it the grade when I first saw it-- "A-" which is good considering my movie grades usually drop a whole letter after 24 hours of reflection. It does have a lot of funny parts, and I did spend more time laughing then just sitting through token "romance" dialogue which is supposed to make the movie romantic. "Hitch" is a good movie because I think it freshens the whole "guy very good with ladies" genre of movies. I was worried at first that it might be some "How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days" clone or even "Down With Love" (shudder), one of the worst movies of all time. It is very p

The Kiss That Ended Them All by GreatGidding, literature

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The Kiss That Ended Them All

The Kiss That Ended Them All During May 1997, a 21-year old Christian named Joshua Harris published his treatise called I Kissed Dating Goodbye on shunning dating in favor of a new form of courtship based on what he considered to be biblical principles. The book was huge hit, topping religious bestseller lists. It changed dating culture in Christian circles and many high school teens could be seen bringing the book to church in hand with their Bibles. Setting: An Internet Chat room for teens Location: The Vast Waste Land of the World Wide Web Time: April 2004 (It really is the cruelest month.) Cast: The

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In Italics by GreatGidding, literature

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In Italics

In Italics As a new ball falls again, Perhaps it is crystal, or diamond, Our hero shan't remember, yet The passage of time is marked with Another conscience of a new indentation Impressed within his gray matter Wars know no holidays, no milestones, Turning points are artificial realities— Saratogas of existence, Leading to a new defeat or new victory Yet the defeats mount, against All evidence, diligence, and Initiative. Must a hero win to be a Hero? Or is something deeper in introspect… Chivalry is dead, he has heard. But this Matters Not, Mercy is what has pushed him This Far. Paths that he skipped along; He will now

The Other Side of Louisville by GreatGidding, literature

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The Other Side of Louisville

Everybody has their own bad nightmare from childhood that seems to get stuck in their head. For me, I remember the time snakes started crawling all over my ceiling. That was a bad nightmare. Also bad, was the time (true story, by the way) I got stuck in a metal snake—an Amtrak—train on the way from Chicago to Louisville, Kentucky. In retrospect, I might have rather dealt with the snakes. I was sitting in a makeshift chair that was supposed to lean back but barely did so. As I moved around in it for comfort, trying to take a nap, I could not help but notice the footstool. The confounded thing did not even reach my feet. “

Ozymandius Remembered by GreatGidding, literature

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Ozymandius Remembered

Ozymandius Remembered Wrinkles in my brain that leave me not, Subconscious impressions of life's road That leaves one pondering Grace's lot That with time changes its subtle mode. Who remembers Ozymandius's Works That forged a legacy upon the green? I fear the breeze that behind trees lurk That toppled King shall topple Me. Yet before my shattered visage lie, I shall revisit the King upon his sand That his half-sneer may not be mine, Leaving on my pulpit some man. My fields green, his always dead land. Ozymandius owns fame in death While the sand blows by another man, More travelers of His land. If His remains all be cold sne

Critically Clear by GreatGidding, literature

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Critically Clear

I saw the students of the world lost in nightmare of their own minds Caught in the midst of their own impulses… No restraint, no position, no clarity of their world, closed to everything but themselves Too scared to be brave, too foolhardy to have peace, unable to take a stand Critical to all, open to nothing, thinking never, minding nothing, nothing with clarity, never listening to strategy, responding to all They maintain only chaos, never understanding, never seeking, impulse is scheduled king and lord, accurately wrong. never stopping well, never beginning anew They never seek clarity, never plan, never take a stand, never pro

When The Sun Dies at Least.... by GreatGidding, literature

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When The Sun Dies at Least....

When The Sun Dies at Least I Shall Be Able to Sleep Longer Right now, I truly love my pillow I want to embrace it, caress its essence My love is that of true devotion It calls me, I wish to come But now, I must be content With writing of our sacred hearts They are meant to elope, our Hearts. We exist together, Me and my Pillow. Apart, we are never contented We weep over our lost essences It calls me, "Why do you not come?" Why must the dawn sun make a mockery of my devotion? Yet Not even the Eternal Sun can destroy faithful devotion. At night our Yearning Souls Re-join. Our Hearts Nothing shall stop the Coming Unless an Englis

Letter to Freckles, My Beagle by GreatGidding, literature

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Letter to Freckles, My Beagle

To: Freckles Smokey Proffitt The Red Doghouse The Backyard Near a Ridge Where The Birds Fly, TN 37809 From: Dad The Tall Ghetto The Other Place, Far Away Near the Mountains So Close Yet So Far, TN 90873 Dearest Freckles, The others say that you cannot read. They always said that you would never jump the fence in the backyard either. Why can't you just stay in one place? Really, there's nothing but danger outside your fence. There are fast cars, city pounds, and bigger, "badder" dogs. You could be so much more happier inside your fence. If you

A Garden by GreatGidding, literature

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A Garden

Where sunrises are smiles, Journeys are long Stretching for miles— There is a rose Where wind is cool, Mountains are high Making giant men fools— There is a rose Where the eagle flies, A baby weeps Mother dries the eyes— There is a rose Where comets soar, A poor man's weep Comes back a roar— There is a rose Where imagination bridges passion and mind, A broken, lame man Can aid the blind— There is a rose Where hearts bleed and dreams lie, Yet for love A man dares to die— That is a rose

Enter the Non-Poem... by GreatGidding, literature

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Enter the Non-Poem...

The feather falls from the soaring dove Raptured so my eyes with wistful love Sweet bristles meet my sight in air To touch it so I must dare As sweet verses resting on a page That a Poet not the watchful Mage Wove into my heart I. Its white texture I so perceive To fly with it I can I believe Couplets are we enshrouded Feather and mind symmetry compounded The poems lift my spirits high Like the doves I watch them fly And weave into my heart II. My heart the feather so does touch Milky fledgling is made of such The words weave into my being My soul breaking at its meaning The feather, the poem they are the same One with me

Too Much Love in Poetry by GreatGidding, literature

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Too Much Love in Poetry

There's too much Love in Poetry There's too much blankety, blank Love in Poetry There's too much perfect Love, erotic Love, courtly Love, ugly Love: shallow Love, raging Love, burning Love, cold Love, and your standard day-old muckety, kissing Love in Poetry This is why Poetry is so complex Cuz Love is so complex There's way too much Love in Poetry Why can't people just write more about Hate? Hate is so much more easier than Love. Really, it is. You don't have to remember Hate's birthday. I have never sweated asking Hate out on a date. Hate never shows up tardy to the play. Hate isn't expens

Subjectivity by GreatGidding, literature

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Subjectivity

And so the flower is beautiful… "Why?" asks the Questionner. "Because," said the Retorter, "they please the eye." "How?" returned the Question, "How is that so?" "Silly," said the Retorter, "it is the petals." "Why are petals beautiful? Why not the thorns?" "Because," said the Retorter, "Thorns are pain-causers. One only looks at them to avoid them." "Well," said the Questionner, "Shouldn't one then be more glad to see them then the petals?"

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Artist // Hobbyist // Literature

Dec 7
United States
Deviant for 18 years
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Current Residence: Music City, USA
Operating System: Windows 7
Shell of choice: the tiny one that I live in
Personal Quote: History is just a lot of literature strung together.

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Laurence of Arabia

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Needtobreathe, Flyleaf

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C.S. Lewis, Theodore Dreiser, T.S. Eliot

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Elder Scrolls: Oblivion

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Open Office, my poor brain, and lots of irony

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Oct 5, 2010

Devious Journal Entry

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I got an unexpected and pleasant surprise Monday evening.  I was notified that I had won a small contest from Boundless.org, Focus on the Family's website for singles from a small contest that I entered May 26th that I had forgotten all about.  The task was simple; former Boundless editor Candice Watters, also an author and advice columnist on singles' relationship issues was taking questions for the Boundless Show the next day. They put out a call for people to submit questions and about 40 responded, including me with questions.  If our question was chosen, we won a book, Joshua Harris's Dug Down Deep.  I was surprised to see that my quest